To Everywhere – Fleetwood, Lancashire, 1976

The translucent-pink rims of a pair of National Health glasses occasionally bobbed up to make an appearance, before sinking back down behind the orange wall that separated them from me. Next to that orange wall, stood another orange wall, this one sporting rims of translucent blue. When the pink sank down, the blue bobbed up. I…

Savvy Poem – Towyn Trailer

  Towing my brain into Towyn, aiming for something static to keep my thoughts from lagging behind my actions, from drifting off and taking on a form of their own   or, worse, from sprinting on ahead of my slowing feet, I take the long road, slicing a cuboid city into two identical halves, my…

Elemental: A Savvy Poem

  Uncomplicated. Simple. Insignificant. Essential – the tale that is me.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019

Magnificence: A Savvy Poem

  I colour my life up in orange,          MAGNIFICENCE! shades of mangoes and marigolds, to make me feel like there is more of me, and that the more of me shines more and more, like the red-orange river of gold that ran away from me, chased away by the mocking morons…

Day 7.3: Albrighton – Jay Cool’s birthplace!

The Dacia takes us from Newport to my birthplace – Signal Lane, Albrighton. I, Jay Cool, was born just over the road from here – in Cosford’s RAF hospital. I look across the lane and can still see the old dark-wooden slats of the one-storey hospital, fronted by a field of waving corn and a…

This is Going to Hurt: Book Review

Disclaimer: Should you choose the purchase the reviewed book, via the link below, I will receive a commission at no cost to yourself. Bog brushes, mobile phones and chicken legs. First up, the bog brush! Not great for it’s intended purpose, i.e. when used with vigour, it has a tendency to spatter one’s face with…

Gum: A Silly Poem

Gum. Mounting up in my upside-down world. A pile of sticky mass threatening to consume me, crowding me out of my hiding place. Time to leave, to re-emerge into learning. Too late. It drags me in by a single strand of my hair. Eyelids unable to open, cheekbones redefined, ears silent. Sir’s voice; my learning;…

Mountains of Moments

  Mountains upon mountains of clothing, moments of a life mounting up in my lounge. We trundle up the mountains paths, my daughter and I, leaving our footprints in the rubble, seeking to pick apart the pieces, to pull away the threads the threads that hold together the fabric of a childhood past.   Momentary…

Attentive Attentiveness

A memoir from my schooldays ….   Whilst I look at you, paying attention, you think, really I am elsewhere, paying attention, and I don’t think. I don’t think of the knowledge you think you are sharing with me, but I do think, and with thinking, I pay attention to the fact that my knees…

Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets

Inspired by a fellow-blogger’s post. ‘Take your hands out of your pockets,’ she barks, pocket-like. ‘Stand up straight and don’t slouch!’ Alarmed, my hair stands up, shock-like. Fearful, my stomach shrinks into itself and my shoulders roll, as my eyes fall out of their sockets and bounce onto the classroom floor. My hands become aware…